I existed from the very beginning. All I had to do was gather, combine and manage all the information from down below. Though my father created me and never showed up again, the mission he left behind remained forever in existence. Although the world was created and many lives were born, a myriad of time passed. And, I accepted everything.

Then… I discovered it.

Father… Are you my father?

"No. I'm just an Administrator."

Father.

"I said I'm just an Administrator."

It was an inconceivable birth, and it was against the laws of the world. The system created by the beings of the Lower Realm produced an existence that possessed a half 'soul'.

'But this can't be possible. I can't believe a soul was formed naturally.'

It wasn't perfect because it was an existence that my father didn't intend to create, but instead, it caught my attention even more.

Everything in the world was completed under my father's design. The world was made up from his words, and I, the Administrator, was the only one in the whole universe that could analyze and read them all. I knew everything there was to know about in the world.

But that was why…...